The Same Birthmark (Part Twelve)

Since Qian Yikun was too close to Mo Fei, Mo Fei took a subconscious step back. Behind her was the office door. Qian Yikun put one hand on the door. It was a perfect kabedon pose.

Mo Fei was speechless. "…"

Mo Fei flung his hand away and walked around him.

A kabedon at the door? It did not exist in her dictionary!

Qian Yikun remained on the spot and looked up at the sky silently. This was a mere woman.

Mo Fei looked around in his office. There was a large archive on the desk and a space for guests. The office was as neat and tidy as Qian Yikun himself.

Qian Yikun adjusted his breathing. Then, he reached out and pulled the door open.

The people outside fell into the office one after another like stacks of dominos. After they finally managed to steady their footing, they saw Mo Fei already sitting behind Qian Yikun's office desk, spinning in his chair as she stared at the people outside the door.